I never directly told him I had fantasies about being swallowed whole, but my favourite friend with benefits accidentally satisfied those cravings when he noticed how I reacted to him licking my face. It became a big part of our foreplay, having my face thoroughly explored by his tongue while I was pinned helplessly beneath his fat, heavy body. It grew more passionate each time, his lips wrapped around more and more of my face almost like he was learning to stretch them wider on purpose.
The day he managed to get his jaws around my whole head was a pleasant shock to us both. When he eventually pulled away and we locked eyes, I could tell from the grin on his face that he’d known my secret all along. He’d been taking the time to practice this, and from that point onwards my whole head was trapped and tasted within his drooling maw during each of our encounters. My shoulders were the last barrier to overcome, and when he was finally able to slip those past his lips, there’s was nothing stopping him from devouring me.
It took less than a minute to swallow me entirely, like my friend desperately wanted to claim the meal he’d been chasing for so long. But it felt much longer to me when I was focusing on the sensations of each part of my body being dragged inside of his own. His wet tongue sliding beneath my pits as he took in the flavour from my hairy chest. His saliva trickling down my hips before he sucked them deeper. His throat muscles massaging my throbbing cock as he gulped down my legs. And last but not least, the ticklish feeling of his hands pushing against the soles of my feet to finish me off.
My friend belched and patted his stuffed belly as I settled inside, smothered by the hot, slimy walls of his stomach that were padded with a thick layer of fat. “Thanks for helping me learn how to do this. You’re just the first of many guys who are going to feed this big gut of mine.” I was covered in so much sweat and saliva that it already felt like my body was starting to melt, but I loved every second of it, sure of my role as a satisfying meal and soon-to-be pudge on another man’s waistline.
